Xu Nanzhi had already set off to go through the training, and Chu Fenghan was not in the Punishment Hall.

Shu Hansheng felt a little weak, bowed to Chongjue, and said to the envoy dryly: "I...... Am I there?" The envoy was wiping the monolithic glass mirror with his head down, and replied, "Isn't it there?"

He gestured to the position where Chongjue was sitting. Chongjue looked at him coldly, put down the teacup, and slowly strung the Buddha beads in the tiger's mouth and gently swept them, calming down.

"No, no, no." Su Hansheng hurriedly ran forward, leaned on the table of the envoy and crossed over, and whispered, "Lord envoy, you put on the glass mirror."

Even if he lowered his voice, Chongjue, who was in the same room, could still hear it clearly. He frowned slightly. What do the three "no's" mean?

Just as he barely cheered up, he wiped the glass mirror stained with water marks and put it back on, squinted his eyes, quickly got up, and saluted respectfully: "It turned out to be the World Venerable, and it was far away."

Chongjue's brows furrowed even tighter.

What does "original" mean?

Su Hansheng hurriedly asked, "Hasn't he arrived yet?"

Zheng shook his head: "Today, the students of the Wendao Academy Palace went out to practice, and there were too many spiritual boats, and they were blocked on the road."

I don't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or continue to be worried.

It should be seen that the painting has not yet arrived, and the second senior sister has no shadow, so Su Han Shenggan stood at the table of the envoy, and his eyes sneaked to see Chongjue. Yesterday, the two broke up unhappily, why didn't they recite his broken scriptures in the Buddha Hall today, and what did they do in the Punishment Hall?

Listening to the envoy's meaning, he didn't seem to know that Chongjue would come.

Su Hansheng glanced at Chongjue thoughtfully, and the god made the ghost suddenly have a bold idea. Chongjue ...... You don't think he's the one you're going to call today, do you?

Thinking of this, Su Hansheng couldn't help but almost laugh.

How is it possible, the old man who didn't open the meat yesterday wanted to smoke himself when he heard a few foul words, even if he wasn't angry with him, how could he still rush to hold a meeting for him?

…… But what if it's true?

Although Su Hansheng said that he wanted to have no entanglement with this person, Chongjue always occupied most of his life in his previous life, and it was so easy to completely give up.

It is undeniable that the arrogant Shu Shaojun sometimes fantasizes uncontrollably: "If he takes the initiative to apologize, I can't forgive him for beating me."

Sometimes I think hatefully, "Even if he apologizes, I will never forgive him."

Ask Heaven to let him quickly recover the memory of his previous life, regret and annoyance, even if he cries and begs me to turn back, I will no longer care about him!"

Facts have proved that Su Hansheng is actually not so high-minded and arrogant, and when he saw Chongjue "coming uninvited", his heart began to move and his thoughts flowed.

Shu Han coughed dryly, walked to Chongjue's side, and saw that his tea was gone, so he rarely took the initiative to stretch out a cup of tea.

Chongjue looked at him lightly. Is this an overture? can bend and stretch, just like his own father.

"The Lord is well." Su Hansheng bent his eyes and smiled, "Isn't it the day of worshipping the Buddha today, why don't you recite scriptures in the Buddha Hall, what are you doing in the Punishment Hall?"

This was said in a weird way, but Chongjue only thought that he was holding it up, and said indifferently with a respected shelf: "There is a Buddha in my heart, and I am immeasurable. You know the reason why you have to go to the sutra on the day of the Buddha's worship, so why don't you go to class when you teach?"

Chilling Voice: "......"

Su Hansheng was stunned and stared at him in disbelief. But when you think about it, it's true, and it's not a sharp sarcasm.

The cold sound was rarely choked by the saw-mouthed gourd, his lips opened and closed for a long time, and his anger rose from his heart to the side of the gall, and he went straight to the point: "When my lord arrives, I will naturally explain to him why I am absent from school, so I won't bother Shizun to worry." "

In short, go back and recite your scriptures!

Chongjue's action of fiddling with the Buddha beads paused slightly. Why does the meaning of this become more and more strange?

Before the cold sound could continue to provoke, the afterglow swept away, and a snow-white shadow suddenly rushed in from the door of the punishment hall, and fell on the chair next to it like a streamer.

When I looked closely, the white shadow turned out to be a ferret.

The ferret was cute and jade-snowed, snow-white and without half a hair, and its swarthy eyes turned around a few times, and it squatted on the chair obediently, and began to shake its feather duster-like tail around with all its might.

…… Like dusting?

Su Hansheng was still wondering where this spirit beast was, and suddenly as if he remembered something, he didn't have time to choke with Chongjue, so he rushed forward, quickly rolled up his sleeves and wiped all the chairs up and down like the ferret.

Everyone in the Punishment Hall looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

After the ferret swept away the non-existent dust with its tail, it chirped a few times at the cold sound, squatted on the table again, and stretched out its paws to take out a few teacups, teapots, and small stoves from the snow-white fur.

A complete set of tea sets, I don't know

How the hell did it fit into its tiny body?

After recognizing this ferret that was inseparable from Ying Jianhua, Su Hansheng's paws began to tremble slightly, and he squatted there to wipe the back of the chair for the senior brother, wishing that the whole person would turn into a vase, the kind that did not pant.

Chongjue inexplicably had a bad premonition in his heart.

No matter how much the cold sound tried to deceive itself, time passed little by little, until the ferret inserted a bright purple orchid in the porcelain vase, and poured the dull and cold tables and chairs in the punishment hall with great elegance, barely enough to sit down, that it chirped towards the door.

A faint fragrance of purple orchids silently filled the Great Punishment Hall, and the cold sound hung his head in fear, and he cautiously raised his eyes and glanced at it.

A layer of frost slowly formed on the bluestone slab on the floor of the punishment hall, as if paved as a road, and spread inch by inch to the chairs that the ferret had packed.

The ferret ran to the feet of a man with a wrench in his hand, climbed up the purple robe, and finally sat on the man's shoulder and stopped.

The cold sound of breathing instinctively.

The old Fuling Daojun should see that the painting is dressed in purple, his eyebrows and eyes are so cold that they seem to be made of frost, his eyelashes are faintly revealing a little snow color as if he is condensing frost, and even there are a few locks of purple and white between the ink hair, I don't know if he was born or dyed with something.

He seemed to be disgusted with the dirt that did not exist on the ground, and the places where his toes stepped on must be frozen to block the dust, and his purple robe was embroidered with purple orchid patterns, cold and graceful and luxurious.

It doesn't look like a Taoist who has attained the Tao of Asceticism.

Seeing that the picture came expressionlessly, he stared at the ice under his feet with a cold voice, thinking that he was so swaggering and hypocritical all day long, and sooner or later he would have to fall a big horse ha!

But his face was overlooked, and he trotted forward, wanting a fierce son to plunge into the arms of the senior brother. "Senior brother is finally here, I miss you so much!"

Chongjue was stunned, completely figured out something, and his expression sank suddenly. The cold voice called the elder this time.. It's not him.

As soon as Su Hansheng ran to Ying Jianhua's side, he saw the senior brother put his fingers together, poked at the center of Shu Hansheng's eyebrows, forcibly restrained him from throwing himself on him, opened his lips gently, and said in disgust: "Don't come near me - you slept without taking a bath yesterday?"

Su Han Voice: "...."

Dog nose?!

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Ying saw the painting with his eyes and fiddling with the wrench of his thumb, and said with a smile: "The tea you cook, the dog doesn't drink."

Chilling voice: "......

The old Fuling Daojun, the first disciple of the Immortal Monarch, is often just a character in the book, and when he comes to the Punishment Hall at first glance, he waits in the corner to see the excitement

The students were stunned for a moment, and then their paws shook like sifting sugar and listened to the wall.

"Punishment Hall, come !! quickly"

In just half a moment, the huge punishment hall has been surrounded by layer after layer, densely packed with people watching the excitement.

Ying Jianhua didn't care about the onlookers of others, he appeared coquettish and gorgeous, and after entering the punishment hall and seeing Chongjue, he lost his snarky attitude, and saluted respectfully.

I haven't seen you for many years, but the world is fine.

Shizun looked at him indifferently, nodded casually, and the Buddha beads in his hand shook coldly.

This may be the first time in Chongjue's life that he has an urge to walk away, accompanied by a certain indescribable gloom.

Chongjue's face was expressionless.

The old Fu Ling's Ying Jian painting broke the ruthless Dao, and his temper was strange, and he couldn't learn anything good if he followed such a temperament.

Seeing the appearance of the cold sound should also be afraid, but in order to be angry with himself, he deliberately invited the Ying Jianhua to come. It's really a child's temper, and he doesn't know how to score gains and losses.

I don't know if it's because of breaking the Tao or because it's just like this, he looks cold and cold, his temperament is as cold as frost, and he speaks with a gun and a stick, and it seems that no one is pleasing to the eye.

After seeing the painting, he sat back on the chair that was not stained with dust, and said coldly to Su Han: "Let me come today, you had better make a meritorious service and let me have honor and honor."

Chilling Voice:

Su Hansheng squatted on the ground in a huff, carefully holding the arm that was hanging to the side of Ying Jianhua and kept silent.

Wearing a glass mirror, he handed the card that deducted points from the cold sound to Ying Jianhua, indicating that you can't have glory and shame, so let's start playing directly. Ying Jianhua stared at the score deducted by the cold sound on the sign, and his beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, as if a dangerous storm was brewing.

Seeing that the senior brother's expression was getting more and more gloomy, he couldn't wait to turn into a weed and never grow out of the cracks in the ground, and vaguely felt that Chongjue was looking at himself, and there was an inexplicable sense of shame.

Just now, he was still showing off to Chongjue that he had changed to a new elder, but now he was going to be beaten in front of him.

In this way, didn't Chongjue feel even more justified in slapping him at that time? !

Su Hansheng gritted his teeth with hatred, and he was so ashamed and angry that he almost cried.

He just wanted an apology. Forget it when you're dead.

After reading the points deducted for absenteeism and the previous records of being called the elder, the hand hanging to the side tightened slightly, and the ferret who was dragging a lock of swinging on his shoulder seemed to feel the master's thoughts, and bared his teeth at the cold sound.

It should be seen that the picture is expressionless, and the hand carelessly crushes the jade plaque, and the powder falls lightly from his fingers, like a snow falling in June. Sleep, cold, sound.

The cold voice was like mourning, gritting his teeth fiercely, and he was fully prepared. He has to die early and late, and in eighteen years, he may be even more comfortable than now!

Chongjue and Shu Xuanlin have been friends for many years, so they naturally know Ying Jianhua's temper, and see that he seems to want to beat him according to the cold sound - although he is still dissatisfied with the child's offense yesterday, he still can't help but sigh and want to stop it.

Since Su Hansheng called him "uncle", he naturally had to take on the responsibility of honoring the elder.

Just when Chongjue was about to speak, and he closed his eyes and wanted to die heroically, a slightly familiar female voice suddenly sounded in his ears. "Tsk, Ying Daojun is so majestic."

There was silence all around.

Ying Jianhua's hand touching the ferret froze instantly, his thin lips pursed slightly, and he exhaled silently, only to pretend to be indifferent, and looked at the door with an expressionless face.

Should be informed......

The punishment hall is a place of punishment, and the surrounding decoration is dull, except for black and white, creating a cold and cold sense of oppression.

But at the door, a red-clothed shadow stepped on a place of the rising sun, breaking through the dull cold, the skirt was layered like a blooming peony flower cluster, and the skirt was embroidered with purple thread in a purple orchid pile to one place, beautiful and gorgeous.

Ying Zhijin was dressed in red, her slender fingers held a jade cigarette stick, and the faint fragrance of rouge incense and spirit stones lingered around, her red lips lightly opened and spit out a puff of smoke, and the facial lines drawn with cinnabar on her face - when you look closely, it seems to be a charm for fortune.

She has a beautiful face, and the strange facial lines bring out a thrilling beauty, and the arrogance is even greater when she lowers her eyes.

Su Hansheng stared blankly, and a thought uncontrollably appeared in his mind. My sister pumped me.

Chill: ......

…… Senior brother is honest and does not deceive me.

This person must be the second senior sister.

Ying Zhijin was dressed in the bright sun, and the cigarette stick in his hand shook slightly, and the smoke turned into an auspicious cloud-like mist and dispersed. Xiao Xiao, come to my sister's side.

Su Hansheng was stunned and busy

Get up and get over.

Ying saw the painting finger slammed the table case, and said coldly: "Cold, you dare." Chill: ......

Before leaving, the master also told me to take good care of Xiao Xiao. Ying Zhijin looked at Ying Jianhua with a smile, You have been taking care of it for ten years, and Xiao Xiao will be in charge of me for the next ten years. After he is twenty-eight years old, Ying Daojun will be qualified to continue to beat his children with your education method of not beating and not succeeding.

Ying Jianhua said coldly: Nan Zhi was also smoked by you.

Ying Zhijin shrugged: "Who told him to disobey me when he was a child because of a piece of sugar cake you bribed? If you mess with me again, I'll beat him. Xu Nanyi, who had gone to practice on the spirit boat, sneezed violently.

Xu is cigarette stick finished smoking, Ying Zhijin casually flung to the side, and a handsome young man came out of nowhere, diligently crushing the tobacco and filling it into the pipe.

He didn't know which clan it belonged to, and he didn't use the fire fold or the fire spirit stone to light a cigarette, but leaned forward and opened his lips slightly, and the friendship in his eyes flowed, and a cluster of ghost fire floated out of his lips, and lit the cigarette on the ground.

Ying Zhijin was very useful for the seduction of this fox spirit, and smiled and patted him lightly on the cheek with a cigarette stick, which was regarded as a reward. The young man smiled shyly, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Ying Jianhua's expression was even more gloomy: Ying Zhijin! Do you have to go against me?

Ying Zhijin looked at him in surprise: Why did Ying Daojun say this? I'm here today to show Xiao Xiao the Respect for the Elders' Association, is it such a big thing as skipping school, even if Xiao Xiao doesn't cultivate your broken path in the future, he will be able to live a prosperous life every year after inheriting it.

Su Hansheng timidly looked at the two people who were about to fight, and moved to the side without a trace, saving the pond fish. The fourth senior brother is right, the second senior sister came over and it was really useful, and the senior brother really didn't have the leisure to take care of beating him.

Shu Hansheng found a safe corner and squatted, watching the show with trepidation and interest. It's so lively.

Chongjue didn't care about the entanglement of others, and looked at Su Hansheng with an expressionless face. Not only did he call Ying Jianhua, but he also called Ying Zhijin? I came here this time, but I was really self-inflicted.

The disciples of the inner and outer three floors surrounded by the outside of the punishment hall also all followed to watch the show together, thinking that they were lucky to come to see Ying Daojun, but they didn't expect to hear such a good show!

Before everyone could digest the conflict between Ying Jianhua and Ying Zhijin, they saw that the envoy, who had always been silent, suddenly said: "Zhijin, who is he?" The envoy is pointing to the ghost cultivator boy next to Ying Zhijin.

Ying Zhijin said "oh", coaxed him skillfully, and said with affection: Xinhe'er, he is just my new little lover, in my heart,

You're still in third place.

Envoy: ......

Su Han Sheng: ...

All of them:......

Ying Jianhua rubbed his eyebrows, and the ferret in his arms was already rolling his eyes in anger.